Wrist Blades Novels & Stories

He gripped both my tiny wrist in his bigger hands, keeping me from further attacking him and I struggled to claw at his face. Blade held tightly to my wrist and I couldn't move my hands. I groan defeatedly and just lay there on top of his body. The jerk smiled and watched me silently. I couldn't tell if he was focused on my trembling lips or if he was looking down into my shirt. Dead silence except for the sound of our breathing passed between us and he cracked a smile still lying on the kitchen floor. I wasn't scowling at him, only staring back into his green eyes mesmerized. Blade slowly released my wrists and instead of attacking him again, I remained rather immobile as his chest continue

I pressed against her back and moved her hand to one of my favorite blades. “This is a Poshland RAM-21. The spiral blade is painful because of the spiral wound it creates and definitely makes it much bloodier. They struggle to heal, and if they do somehow manage to heal, they will be left with serious damage from the muscles and nerves,” I said softly into her ear. Brynn tilted her head, carefully running her thumb along the dull part of the blade. She grabbed it and placed it on the table beside us. Then I moved her hand to another one. There was something incredibly hot about this right here, and I was certain that she could feel my rising lust just like I was feeling hers.

Yoel's eyes blazed with intensity as he bellowed. Whoosh! In a flash, his wrist flicked in a blur, his blade's movements a whirlwind of shadows that coalesced into a spectral blade, its presence icy and lethal. The phantom blade whirled with an almost magical speed, cutting through the combined assault of the five attackers with ease. It tore through their defenses, leaving a deep, terrifying slash on each of them. The elder from the Calnan family hesitated for just a moment before he crumpled to the ground, his body gruesomely split in two, blood gushing out like a fountain.

The blade sliced into him like cutting through softened butter. ‘Ouch. Sounded like that hurt him if his prepubescent girly scream was any indication,’ Zeus said snorting. I would have to agree with my wolf on that one for certain. My body jumped backwards, giving me enough room to get my staff into proper rotation. The reason that I chose this as my weapon to specialize in was because of its versatility. It did not matter which end hit your opponent because both would do equal damage. Once you got it into rotation, it became a spinning wheel of doom. If you wanted two weapons, then you could unfasten them, giving you dual blades.

He crashed across the battlefield, carving a deep canyon through solid stone. Silence followed. Lucien slowly stood. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. He touched it with trembling fingers. Then stared. He was bleeding. For the first time in thousands of years... He had been wounded. His crimson eyes lifted toward Kael and Rhydian. There was no anger in them now. Only disbelief. "Impossible..." The Creator finally rose from the throne. The heavens trembled. "The Twin Blades were never meant to destroy darkness." Kael frowned. "What are they meant to do?"

I tried to pull back, but his grip was firm. He didn’t answer. Instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small blade. My eyes widened. “Wait—” Slice. I barely had time to process what was happening before he cut my wrist. I gasped, not from pain, but from sheer shock. What the actual hell? “DUDE, WHAT THE FUCK?!” I yanked my hand away from his grip, but he just stood there, staring at my bleeding wrist with an unreadable expression. But before he could get a closer look…

As for these eight, they were his payment for using their space as his personal training ground and his lack of respect towards them. Mane decided not to think about the Watchers for a while. Instead, he will focus on what was happening now. He understood the gravity of his current situation. Stretching his hands to the scabbards on his back, he retrieved the blades hidden by the great length of his robe. Two pitch black blades appeared in Mane’s hands. Each shone with a dark luster, and their edges were as thin as the wings of a mantis. These two blades were Night Mare and Night’s Kiss. The damage to both weapons after Mane’s fight with Camila had been repaired, and they had been strengthen

i cursed under my breath. The next thing I saw was one of the blade flying towards me with a chain attached to its handle.Then time slowed to a snails pace. While the blade was flying towards me at slow motion i took some seconds to acess the blade.The blade was pure black in colour and it had uneven edges with the middle part of the blade having some indiscernible inscriptions sparkling orange color sparks.The chains on the handle of the blade seem to be connected to his wrist like Spiderman's web.And i don't know how he did that.I side stepped the blade only to find the other flying towards where i was.It was at this point that i knew that it wasn't just some child's play.This guy was real

"The other girl also has one." Roughly, my wrist become loosened, and the cuffs around me fall slightly, as the guardsman took ahold of my wrist and turned it over. Down the base of my longest vein was the sword itself, with the hilt of the blade stopping right where my palm met the joint. Wrapped around the length of the sword was a chain, acting like it was holding it back. From behind that, were a set of two wings on either side. Colored in pure black.

I caught the unit by the high-collar of its suit, my fingers crushing the reinforced plating, and slammed it into the granite fireplace. The stone cracked. The Harvester’s head caved in with a dull, wet thud of hydraulics. Silence rushed back into the room, heavy and jagged. I stood over the wreckage, chest heaving. The Phantom Blade dripped with a mix of synthetic fluid and the faint, silver sheen of my own blood where the kickback had nicked my thumb. I didn't look at the kills. I looked at my hands. The silver threads weren't just lacing my veins anymore; they were burning through the skin of my wrists, glowing with a violet light that refused to fade.